A/N: I own neither of either series except that which will be noted on the
disclaimer page after chapter five. I am also aware that no one is reading
this in the first place. The reason I am writing is because I like to
write, so ya'll get the spoils so to speak.
He tossed a handful of the powder into the fire turning it a brilliant emerald green.
He then spoke the words "Belmont Estate" then stepped through the fire and disappeared. The room behind him was covered in an emerald light. The only other source of light was the casket still in flames; the fire had spread to the carpet and it was obvious it would be burning for some time.
He stepped out of the fire place, and into his study a room decorated with crimson drapes and a large circular rug. A desk of the finest oak was placed facing the door; a matching chair was right behind it. As his boots hit the rug a jet black footprint was left on the crimson rug. He ran his fingers through his hair, and started across the study towards the hall. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard an elderly voice that had been scratched by decades of cigars calling him from below.
"Master Jason, I do wish you would wipe your boots off before walking across the rug I just cleaned. Also you have some guests waiting for you in the lounge."
Jason turned around to face the voice. His dark brown eyes were met by the steely blue of his most trusted friend. The man stood there staring at the young boy on the stairs. He pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and moved to wipe the soot off the boys face.
"You should get cleaned up before greeting your visitors. I'll tell them you will be down soon."
Jason looked into the eyes of his butler, not just his butler but the man who was more of a father to him than his own father; the man who raised him and his brothers while their parents were off fighting evil; the man who had been there when his parents were killed in battle, and smiled.
"I'll tell them myself; thank you Rupert. Its two-o-clock in the morning, go to bed. I'll take care of my guests and make myself a snack. Get some sleep I'll see you in the morning."
The old man smiled and started to walk back down the stairs, his master at his heals. He started towards the door to his room, hesitated the walked on.
"When your parents hired me as your care taker they meant for me to take care of you. But Master Jason, if I had a son I like to think he would be like you. Good night Master Jason."
Jason closed the door to the butler's room and walked away. He entered the lounge and caught his reflection in the mirror. His face was covered in soot and his normally well kept dark brown hair had patches of black and looked like he put his finger in an electrical outlet. "Damn floo powder." He muttered as he entered the room, and looked at the three people seated on the couch, and the boy in his favorite chair. A very pretty girl stood as he entered.
"You must be Jason. I'm Hermione Granger, I'm head girl of Hogwarts. I'm pleased to meet you. This id Draco Malf..." She said as she extended her right hand for him to shake. She stopped in mid sentence as she looked into his eyes. Her amber eyes met coffee colored ones. Her mind could not contemplate the complete lack of feeling, the bone chilling cold of his eyes.
He looked from her to the figures on the couch.
"Please excuse me for a moment. I need to clean up. I'll be back shortly."
With that he turned and exited the room. Hermione sat back down, between a tall red head, and a normal sized dark haired boy with green eyes and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Across the room a blonde boy with grey eyes sat in a chair. Hermione rested her head on the dark haired boy's shoulder, her heart longing to have those puzzling eyes focused on hers again. They sat in silence for what seemed like hours, finally Jason reentered the room.
His armor was replaced by a white button up shirt, his jeans by a pair of black slacks. He was putting his hair into a messy ponytail, and almost tripped over his black dress shoes untied laces. He walked over to sit in his chair, then noticing it was occupied he just leaned on the wall.
Hermione stared at him for a minute then continued her introduction.
"Yes, as I said earlier. I am Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts. This is Draco Malfoy Head Boy." She said motioning to the blonde who was very preoccupied with Hermione's blouse, or what was under it to be more precise.
"We are here to ask you to share a position similar to ours. The Headmaster is going to expand Hogwarts to train hunters also. But because of who your mother was you are also a wizard. Hunters respect strength and combat skill more than anything else and we want you to be their Head. You see the Dark Lord Voldemort has enlisted the help of Dracula and his armies. The Headmaster is joining your school with ours and wants you to lead the hunters. Will you do it?"
Jason stood there for a minute, curling a strand of hair behind his ear around his finger. Then he looked back at Hermione.
"Okay I'll do it. I exist to kill Dracula, and I won't die till I do. Also now that I have seen something as beautiful as yourself I will not let you out of my sight, besides I sense that you four are very important, and I think you will need me at one point. But that is just Hunter's intuition. Oh yeah, who are they?" Jason pointed to the two boys on the couch.
"Oh, this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They are here to keep me company. Oh, look at the time. We're sorry to be here so late we'll be going now."
Jason walked to the door. He stopped, blocking it from use.
"It is three-o-clock in the morning. I insist you stay here. It isn't like I don't have room. There are plenty of bedrooms on the second floor."
The guests followed Jason up the stairs to the second floor. He gave them each a room before retiring to his own.
He tossed a handful of the powder into the fire turning it a brilliant emerald green.
He then spoke the words "Belmont Estate" then stepped through the fire and disappeared. The room behind him was covered in an emerald light. The only other source of light was the casket still in flames; the fire had spread to the carpet and it was obvious it would be burning for some time.
He stepped out of the fire place, and into his study a room decorated with crimson drapes and a large circular rug. A desk of the finest oak was placed facing the door; a matching chair was right behind it. As his boots hit the rug a jet black footprint was left on the crimson rug. He ran his fingers through his hair, and started across the study towards the hall. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard an elderly voice that had been scratched by decades of cigars calling him from below.
"Master Jason, I do wish you would wipe your boots off before walking across the rug I just cleaned. Also you have some guests waiting for you in the lounge."
Jason turned around to face the voice. His dark brown eyes were met by the steely blue of his most trusted friend. The man stood there staring at the young boy on the stairs. He pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and moved to wipe the soot off the boys face.
"You should get cleaned up before greeting your visitors. I'll tell them you will be down soon."
Jason looked into the eyes of his butler, not just his butler but the man who was more of a father to him than his own father; the man who raised him and his brothers while their parents were off fighting evil; the man who had been there when his parents were killed in battle, and smiled.
"I'll tell them myself; thank you Rupert. Its two-o-clock in the morning, go to bed. I'll take care of my guests and make myself a snack. Get some sleep I'll see you in the morning."
The old man smiled and started to walk back down the stairs, his master at his heals. He started towards the door to his room, hesitated the walked on.
"When your parents hired me as your care taker they meant for me to take care of you. But Master Jason, if I had a son I like to think he would be like you. Good night Master Jason."
Jason closed the door to the butler's room and walked away. He entered the lounge and caught his reflection in the mirror. His face was covered in soot and his normally well kept dark brown hair had patches of black and looked like he put his finger in an electrical outlet. "Damn floo powder." He muttered as he entered the room, and looked at the three people seated on the couch, and the boy in his favorite chair. A very pretty girl stood as he entered.
"You must be Jason. I'm Hermione Granger, I'm head girl of Hogwarts. I'm pleased to meet you. This id Draco Malf..." She said as she extended her right hand for him to shake. She stopped in mid sentence as she looked into his eyes. Her amber eyes met coffee colored ones. Her mind could not contemplate the complete lack of feeling, the bone chilling cold of his eyes.
He looked from her to the figures on the couch.
"Please excuse me for a moment. I need to clean up. I'll be back shortly."
With that he turned and exited the room. Hermione sat back down, between a tall red head, and a normal sized dark haired boy with green eyes and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Across the room a blonde boy with grey eyes sat in a chair. Hermione rested her head on the dark haired boy's shoulder, her heart longing to have those puzzling eyes focused on hers again. They sat in silence for what seemed like hours, finally Jason reentered the room.
His armor was replaced by a white button up shirt, his jeans by a pair of black slacks. He was putting his hair into a messy ponytail, and almost tripped over his black dress shoes untied laces. He walked over to sit in his chair, then noticing it was occupied he just leaned on the wall.
Hermione stared at him for a minute then continued her introduction.
"Yes, as I said earlier. I am Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts. This is Draco Malfoy Head Boy." She said motioning to the blonde who was very preoccupied with Hermione's blouse, or what was under it to be more precise.
"We are here to ask you to share a position similar to ours. The Headmaster is going to expand Hogwarts to train hunters also. But because of who your mother was you are also a wizard. Hunters respect strength and combat skill more than anything else and we want you to be their Head. You see the Dark Lord Voldemort has enlisted the help of Dracula and his armies. The Headmaster is joining your school with ours and wants you to lead the hunters. Will you do it?"
Jason stood there for a minute, curling a strand of hair behind his ear around his finger. Then he looked back at Hermione.
"Okay I'll do it. I exist to kill Dracula, and I won't die till I do. Also now that I have seen something as beautiful as yourself I will not let you out of my sight, besides I sense that you four are very important, and I think you will need me at one point. But that is just Hunter's intuition. Oh yeah, who are they?" Jason pointed to the two boys on the couch.
"Oh, this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They are here to keep me company. Oh, look at the time. We're sorry to be here so late we'll be going now."
Jason walked to the door. He stopped, blocking it from use.
"It is three-o-clock in the morning. I insist you stay here. It isn't like I don't have room. There are plenty of bedrooms on the second floor."
The guests followed Jason up the stairs to the second floor. He gave them each a room before retiring to his own.